a work in progress
yes, another poem...i don't know how i feel about this one...i think it still needs to be flushed out...like mad crazy...but, i figure, it's a start, right?
i want an epic type of love
peter gabriel blasting from an old broken down boom box
romanticism enveloping a small dick
reaching up and griping a flat chest
that, in turn, hugs me
in appreciation for my inner beauty that i lost somwhere along the way
and my freak sensibilities clutching my brain in paranoia
he will refuse to slap my ass
and we will gaze into eachother's eyes
as if we were the final scene in some sappy romantic comedy
and as the sun sets behind us, his sensitivity will breath life into my soul
and the soft melody of a classic pop song will erase a world
of boner measuring contests and fag bashings
and nature will give us a standing ovation
as if we were the most important people in the world.
hmmm....coments would be nice...also title suggestions...unless it's crap and doesn't deserve a title...
i want an epic type of love
peter gabriel blasting from an old broken down boom box
romanticism enveloping a small dick
reaching up and griping a flat chest
that, in turn, hugs me
in appreciation for my inner beauty that i lost somwhere along the way
and my freak sensibilities clutching my brain in paranoia
he will refuse to slap my ass
and we will gaze into eachother's eyes
as if we were the final scene in some sappy romantic comedy
and as the sun sets behind us, his sensitivity will breath life into my soul
and the soft melody of a classic pop song will erase a world
of boner measuring contests and fag bashings
and nature will give us a standing ovation
as if we were the most important people in the world.
hmmm....coments would be nice...also title suggestions...unless it's crap and doesn't deserve a title...